my toilet-slave must always be ready at my command. When I need to unload I call him and he is immediately at my feet. I like to do it in a bowl, which he fills all over. He knows what his fate is. I sink crackers into the bowl, covering them like jam. Then I shove them into his mouth one by one and enjoy watching him eat, at one point, piss into the bowl. It creates a mix of piss and shit that must be a delight. He greedily licks it like a dog, and thanks me too. He is mine and he knows it. He can't live without my shit